Chapter 560 Arthur's Game!

Play a game with me?

Melinda looked at Arthur suspiciously.

The lady's face was full of suspicion.

Moreover, the lady was also outspoken about this suspicion-

"I feel that you have bad intentions.

Moreover, playing games as compensation...

Do you think I am a child?"

Melinda folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in the chair, staring at Arthur with her blue eyes without blinking.

Immediately, Arthur laughed.

"Aren't you incapable of playing adult games?

I'm just taking care of you!

Go to work, woman.

I'll go to catch up on some sleep."

Without giving Melinda another chance to speak, Arthur picked up the biscuits in front of him and lay back on the floor.

In recent days, he has been seriously lacking in sleep.

His [Ritual] and [Bloodline] are telling him.

Arthur doesn't want anything unexpected to happen.

Catch up on some sleep is of course necessary.

Of course, before falling asleep, it is really a pleasure to watch Melinda busy and eat some snacks.

Arthur lay there thinking, the northwest wind was blowing outside, the goose feather snow was swirling in the air, poor Melinda was sweeping the street in thin clothes.

And he, Arthur?

Of course, he was sitting by the warm fire, setting up a copper pot to shabu-shabu mutton.

It must be shabu-shabu mutton!

If he didn't shabu-shabu mutton, he would be sorry for Melinda's frozen body.

It was beautiful to think about it.

"I suspect you are thinking about something excessive."

Melinda put down her pen and looked at Arthur.

It's not that she was not focused enough, but that Arthur's smile made her care too much.

Especially the corner of his mouth, that faint smile, really deserved a beating.

She really wanted to slap him.

"No.

I just thought of some things in my childhood - at that time, my grandfather was also writing something here, and my parents, uncles and aunt were busy on the side. I was playing here.

Time flies so fast."

Arthur pointed to the place where he was playing, and then, with a sigh, he turned around.

The cookies are finished.

It's time to sleep.

As for the words just now?

Do you believe the words of the 'medium'?

Melinda never believed the words of the 'medium', but when Arthur said these words, Melinda was still a little hesitant.

The lady couldn't tell the truth from the false.

But the next moment, the lady was sure that Arthur was lying to her.

Because——

Hoohoo!

The long breath was mixed with snoring.

No one could fall asleep so deeply after making such an exclamation.

Snap!

The pen in the lady's hand was broken.

The ink splashed everywhere, making a mess on the table.

Even Melinda was splashed.

However, the lady cleaned up the mess with a calm face.

The lady was waiting for the game that Arthur said.

If she was not satisfied...

Then we would settle the account.

Thinking in her heart, the lady smiled and refused Ms. Anna's help, and began to clean up the mess on the table.

And Arthur opened one eye.

‘Tsk!

I have to think of a new game.

The one just now won’t work. ’

A philosopher once said, if she is inexperienced, take her through the prosperity of the world, if she is already full of vicissitudes, then take a merry-go-round.

Melinda is obviously the latter.

And it is a strengthened and upgraded version.

So, Arthur plans to use the ‘asking with a smile in front of the stove whether the porridge is warm’.

However, the scene just now told Arthur that it won’t work.

Arthur is sure that if he dares to ask Melinda whether the porridge is warm, Melinda will throw the bowl of porridge in his face and ask him whether the porridge is warm.

Even further...

That means whether the blood is warm.

Arthur doesn’t want to go through this.

Therefore, he came up with a new plan.

What is the most important thing for a psychic?

Is it the charm between words?

Or the personal skills of various hidden mechanisms?

None of them!

Yes, improvisation!

Being able to adapt to changing circumstances is the most important quality of a 'medium'. A 'medium' who has not prepared 3 plans is not a qualified 'medium'.

And want to be an excellent 'medium'?

At least 5 plans must be prepared!

At that time, Arthur asked how many plans Old Charlie, who said this, had prepared?

Old Charlie answered mysteriously.

N+1!

At first, Arthur didn't know what N was.

However, he has understood it a little recently.

Of course, he can't reach the level of Old Charlie, but as an excellent 'medium', he still has 5 sets of standing plans.

As for the need for psychic ability for a 'medium'?

It's the end of the year, who needs this kind of traditional psychic?

People have to look forward.

The front is exciting.

After all, everyone is showing their butts behind.

The world is like a huge grass-roots team.

Everyone and everything must be viewed from the front, because the front looks bright and beautiful, and is beautiful. If you insist on viewing it from the back, you have to be mentally prepared.

Because——

The world will not let go of anyone who peeks at it.

It will crush anyone who peeks at it bit by bit, inch by inch, until that person whispers, "Just live, everyone is like this," and then it will let go of that person.

If that person says, "This is life," the world will treat this person kindly.

Because this person is kind and deserves to be treated kindly.

Unfortunately, Arthur is not a good person in the traditional sense.

He has a little more "a little bit" of edge.

So, Arthur chose the lifestyle he likes: although sometimes there will be a little bit of "hardship" for others, but more often, he is happy.

"May this happiness continue!"

With a simple and down-to-earth thought, Arthur's breathing became long again.

At the desk, Melinda continued to work hard.

The sound of the pen tip scratching the page and the long breathing sound came and went.

The two do not interfere with each other, but cooperate with each other.

Whenever the pen tip and the page sound too frequent, the snoring will involuntarily rise.

And when the pen tip and the page pause, the snoring will stop.

In short, Arthur cooperated with Melinda as much as possible.

Melinda initially suspected that Arthur did it on purpose, but after two consecutive attempts, she realized that Arthur was really asleep.

‘He fell asleep, and he is still like this…

What a bad guy! ’

Melinda picked up the box and documents and went to the corridor.

Arthur opened one eye again, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Then, this time he really fell asleep.

He fell asleep very quickly.

When Arthur opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

Melinda, who had finished her work, sat in a high-backed chair, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand and the other on her raised knees. Her posture was full of aggression, and her azure blue eyes were staring at Arthur, but her voice was full of tenderness——

“Where is your game?

I can’t wait.”

As she said that, the lady put the teacup on the table beside her.

Arthur smiled and shrugged, and directly mentioned the game.

Melinda was stunned and asked subconsciously——

“Are you sure?!”